Staring into the sunrise, Warja's thoughts drifted back to home. If her parents figured out she was gone they'd freak. Maybe they already were. Was it wrong of her to venture, then? If her parents were going to worry?
Pawsteps startled her out of her musing and Warja's head snapped around. She bristled, preparing for anything, when it clicked exactly who was walking towards her. Her breath caught in her throat, mouth dropping open. The eyes, the coloring, the face...but the size. Holy moly. She had to stare at him for a couple of seconds to confirm that he was, in fact, Kismet.
She recovered quickly, her whole face lighting up. "Kismet!" Returning his nudge, which she was almost too short for, the small fae grinned up at him, almost too stunned for words. Then it hit her and her smile faded. She grew serious, staring at him with a wistful expression. "What happened to you?" She vaguely knew the details of what had happened, but the 'why' of it hadn't mattered to her then and no one had bothered to really explain it to her. All she knew was that he and his brother had been stolen and no one had been able to stop it.
